The Galaxy Cauldron is proud to announce its 16th writing contest. The theme for this writing contest is "What If." You are free to interpret the theme as you like. The rules are as follows: 
 
Rules
1. Entries must be 1000 words or less. 
2. Entries must be rated PG13 or lower. 
3. Entries must be related to the theme. 
4. Your entry must be a new entry created specifically for this challenge. 
5. You may only submit one entry. 
6. You may not show your entry to anyone else or post it elsewhere on the Galaxy Cauldron until after the contest is over and the winner is announced. 
7. Sailor Moon themed entries are encouraged, but not required.
 
Note: Please PM your entries to Tuxedo Mistress by 31 October  2013.  Please vote for your favorite entry by 10 November 2013. All questions may be directed to Tuxedo Mistress.

Note two: sorry for the delay!

Correction: Please PM your entries to Tuxedo Mistress by 31 October 2013. ^.^

LOL, yeah, PMs to me!

i must think of an idea for this.

BUMP, only one entry!!!

I just may do this....if I can find the time.

complimentary bump! ^^;

Woowooo! Bump~

LAST DAY!!! I have two entries only! Let's take part in this, guys!

Entry #1

Picking up a ceremonial pin from the dresser, Endymion paused, staring at the emblem thoughtfully.

“Endymion, dear, are you almost ready to go?”

“Nearly there,” he replied, turning to the mirror to pin it expertly in place. He straightened his jacket, hooked the collar together, and brushed a stray hair off of his sleeve. He looked regal; tall and well-dressed and stern, just like his father. Reaching down to the dressing table chair, he pulled one edge of his cape into place, locking it in under a shoulder guard, then reached behind his back and fumbled for a moment before he caught hold of the other edge. His mouth turned to a straight scowl for the inconvenience; before he had his valet in to help him dress, or one of his guards, but with his new wife getting dressed in the same room, those times were over. Until the “honeymoon” phase had ended, at least. Breathing out, he clipped the other end to his shirt and adjusted the heavy material to fit his needs. He knew she would be only too happy to help if asked, but while he tried to pretend otherwise in public, he didn’t much care for her attentions. This didn’t bother him too much – it was his duty to wed her; it was what was good for the Kingdom, and so it was what he need do. In time he would grow to care for her, maybe even love her, but… that time had not yet come to pass.

Her frame passed into his mirror and he immediately busied himself with his ornaments, picking other pins and braids that signified his station.

“Do you need any help?” she asked sincerely, pausing behind him.

“No, but thank you,” he replied, his eyes on the trinkets.

She moved to her perfume cabinet. He finished adorning himself, mentally keeping track of time until the feast began. When he had finished with absolutely everything, he finally picked up his crown and placed it on his brow, the circlet of bronze and gold pressing his black hair around his head. “Are you ready to go?” he asked.

She smiled and reached for his elbow to be escorted down to the commons; he offered it to her, and led her down the long hall, nodding at guardsmen as they passed, then down the two flights of stairs to the Great Hall. Nobles of the Golden Kingdom milled about, drinking and visiting with each other. As a lady came forward to speak to his wife he let her go, nodding at her before disappearing towards the courtyard and the large windows that looked into it. There he paused, his gaze moving through the blooming gardens, the couples walking arm and arm, and lingered instead on the quarter moon just above the castle walls. There he stayed, staring, remembering the beautiful girl with the long silver hair who had unknowingly stolen his heart, and wondering what might have been. What would his life be like now if he had pursued her in earnest? What would have changed if he had stood up against Beryl’s claims of the Moon Kingdom’s treachery, and followed his heart rather than stayed true to his duty as the Crowned Prince of Earth? What if…?

“Endymion!” Nephrite clapped him on the back, startling him out of his musings. “Nice to see you out of your bedchambers,” he teased.

“With as pretty a girl as his wife in there it’s no wonder he doesn’t leave!” Zoisite added, both of them getting a laugh. He just sighed, a permissive half-smile on his face as he let them have their fun, though their claims could not have been more wrong, and they both knew it. “C’mon, it’s time for the feast to start,” Zoisite nodded towards the doorway, where his wife stood waiting for him, her smile warm. He nodded and walked with them, stopping to offer his arm to her before they walked through the door. They paused before fully entering as the herald announced their entrance.

“Presenting their esteemed royal highnesses, Crowned Prince Endymion and Princess Beryl!”

Entry #2

Haruka, that's called jealousy.



Isn't this our dream? Living with the person I love, in a house in the country...


These promise rings-we no longer need them. Our mission has changed


Aren't there so many more fun things to do as adults?


After saving the world and raising a child, isn't going back to school...


I like your hands...



I love you...


Haruka.....


"MICHIRU!!!!!!!!!" 

This can't be real. It can't be! There's no way she could have.... 


It's just a dream, right? I'll wake up in my bed tomorrow, next to her, and we'll discuss Hotaru or Serenity or....

But there will not be a tomorrow.

Everything spins around her, as if she was on a carousel or a roller-coaster. Or in a house of mirrors.

Her tailsman was a mirror, wasn't it? It was silver...

The mirror lies next to her, its handle sticking out from underneath a pile of rubble. 

Part of her want to pick it up. 

But the other part of her doesn't want to wake up, to open her eyes and realize that this is not a dream, that Michiru is dead.

That she sacrificed herself for me...


I'd go through hell to make sure you never died, Michi. Because if you died, I'm already in hell.

The battle against Chaos continues with the sounds of screams and maniacal laughter. She hears Hotaru yell Death Reborn Revolution for the 5th time, sees Minako and Makoto deliver punches and kicks to the formless mass. 

The ribbons come, with enough power to kill Phantom 90, but even after the fifth application, are no match for the force of all evil. 

Her daughter is blasted into a nearby wall. 

No! I don't want to lose my wife, but my daughter too?!

"HOTARU!!!"

She rushes up to the nearly-dead girl, praying, desperately, that she'll be alive, that she hasn't killed herself in vain....

In vain?


Do you want to spend the rest of your life trapped in sadness? You did that once...


Before...

She notices that she is holding the mirror. The reflection asks her "Who are you?"

I... am Sailor Uranus. Soldier of The Sky. 

She looks up at Chaos while gripping her daughter. I am strong... I must honor her... I WILL HONOR HER!

"SUBMARINE REFLECTION!"

Voting is up, guys! You have until November 10! =D

Bump! Let's vote! =D

i will read these and vote when I get home tonight.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand the results!!!

Entry 1 - Sailor Uranus
Entry 2 - Mercury_Viola_Rhapsody

Congrats to Sailor Uranus!!! Your signature will be ready as soon as possible =)

Yaaay! Thanks for voting, guys! ♥

Woot congrats Sailor Uranus!

here's your siggie!!!

congrats one more, kyra!

thank you!